#timidtaguels

[divincr-arch-blog]

                 “My little bunny friend! Would you like a fortune for today? I swear I don’t bite.”

@timidtaguels

[barefooteddragonchild-blog]

@timidtaguels

Corrin had been running through the forest, trying to sniff out food for himself. He skidded to a stop when he rounded into a clearing in the trees, seeing the other. The dragonborn had never seen another like them. Kitsunes, wolves, and even dragonborns, but not a...

“A bunny?”

[ignoblesse-blog]

@timidtaguels approached.

“I’m not dreaming, am I?”

[♚] There’s a reason for such a specific inquiry -- he’s only read about taguels before, never really seen one (and he’s just making a guess by this boy matching the descriptions he’d found). A knight he is, though not one who wears armor: can’t act as an accurate body double as well if he does that.

Olivier simply tilts his head, shaking it a little while clearing his thoughts. [♚] 

“I’m -- sorry, that likely sounded odd. I meant to...I meant to say something else. I’m quite sorry about that.”

[divincr-arch-blog]

            “Eeeee-!!” A yelp of pain escaped the diviner’s mouth as she reached up for a book on rare herbs. She doubled over, her hand rubbing her sore back. What in the world-? A book lay strewn about on the floor, many of its pages now damaged. “Yarne! Have you lost your mind?! Why did you toss a book at me?!”

@timidtaguels

[divincr-arch-blog]

              “If you call me evil one more time, I am not going to predict your future any longer!”

@timidtaguels

[insigneflammae-blog]

Yarne┆Starter Call

A pair of hands scooped Chambray up unceremoniously, earning him a yelp of surprise. It lasted for only a moment, though, quickly replaced with irritation. ❝Yarne,❞ he whined, ❝put me down!❞ Gods, what was with him and ruining Chambray’s fun? He was barely even outside of the yard! Leave it to Yarne to find some sort of significant danger in him playing in a shallow river. 

A strong leg kicked the older and more anxious, but biologically identical taguel in the chest in an attempt to get him to release his hold. For all of Chambray’s running around, though, Yarne was still older and bigger. He groaned melodramatically. ❝Why are you like this?❞

[proeluim-blog]

    ❝ WOULD YOU LIKE some help? ❞ And here she is, extending a helping hand to the poor, buried boy with a look of concern upon gentle features. How did he even manage to get covered in snow like that anyway?

   @timidtaguels | ♔

[vigiliamnoctis-blog]

                  “i assure you that when this life ends, i will find you in the next. no matter what the circumstances are.”

@timidtaguels || closed starter